One may as well be optimistic. The road to catastrophe will be rougher if it's paved with dread.

We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.

But groundless hope, like unconditional love, is the only kind worth having.

Royalties are not how most writers or musicians make their living. Musicians by and large make a living with a relationship with an audience that is economically harnessed through performance and ticket sales.

The first serious infowar is now engaged. The field of battle is WikiLeaks. You are the troops.

I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.

I've begun to wonder if we wouldn't also regard spelunkers as desperate criminals if AT&T owned all the caves.